I Become a God by Paying Off Debts

I died.

Investment bank MD. Jumped off a building. Opened my eyes again, and I was in a coffin.

A blind girl was trembling on my back, her blood smeared across my neck.

System notification: Debt of 20 liang. It doubles in 72 hours. Default, and you're erased.

Beneath me lay Guan Zhong's final words: Don't trust it.

For seventy years, the last words Guan Zhong never finished before he died have gone unsaid. I'll say them for him.

Seven debts. Seven lives. Seven secrets people had swallowed for half their lives.

Only after chasing down the last debt did I understand:

What Guan Zhong owed wasn't money.

It was an apology.

I said it for him.

Dawn broke.